Update

Sorry about the lack of updates lately. The fact is I'm not getting much action right now. The past year or so I was getting dicked pretty much every weekend by Jamie, plus he was fisting me most times as well. Now I'm in a new city and haven't yet found anyone to take over. 
I have hooked up a few times with Yoshi. We have a lot of fun - if anything he's more of a slut than me. But he's basically a hungry bottom, ultimately more interested in what goes into his hole than what he can put into mine, to the point where if he's fisting me he will sometimes manoeuvre himself so he can get me to fist him simultaneously. Now I may be generous and giving but when I'm getting fisted I really want the top to be completely focused on me, not trying to get some for himself. My deaf FB Shane is another hungry fist bottom but at least when he's doing me he's completely focused on opening me up and seeing how hard he can work my hole.
Maybe I'll have better luck next weekend. I got hit up by a guy on bbrt who is going to be visiting. He describes himself as Arab, from London. Top, with an extra big dick, ticks just about all the boxes you can tick in a bbrt profile. He says he's poz and undetectable.  
Which raises the question: why do I end up hooking up with so many poz guys? Yoshi, Shane, the deckhelfer in Berlin, the guy in Sydney I didn't tell you about, the black guy in Chicago I didn't tell you about, the S&M top in SFO who broke a cane on my arse, the skinny ginge back home I fucked last year and didn't tell you about, the mad bug chaser/gifter 20 year old that I really don't even want to think about right now... And the cockney Arab who wants to breed me next week. Bit of a pattern there, huh?
I guess the first question is whether I'm a chaser myself. The answer is no. Sure, there is a bit of a frisson that goes with the risk. But I really don't want the hassle that goes with being poz. I'm still just risk averse enough that I won't hook up with guys on bbrt who list their status as unsure or don't care. I'm working on the (maybe dangerous) assumption that a guy who says he's undetectable is probably telling the truth, and the (also risky) calculation that my chances of getting infected by a top who's undetectable are low. But the risk is obviously there, especially if I get fisted before or after taking a load. 
But there is definitely something about poz guys that works for me. I think a lot of it's the attitude. Being completely unapologetic about slutty high-risk sex. The fuck-you view of middle class sexual morality. Fewer hang-ups about age, looks, body. 
    

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I gave you a quick account of my hook-up with Yoshi but I don't think I really conveyed the flavour of it all. It was quite special.
That was partly the fact of the sleepover. I'm not one to root and run but the reality is that I hardly ever end up spending the whole night with a trick. I'm not even sure that Yoshi counts - we turned the light off around 3am and were up by 6am. And I woke him up to put a load up his arse around 4.30am. But for me there there is something special about waking up with a guy you are hot for. 
And I was certainly hot for him. It was a few things. I really like his body. A lean guy with smooth olive skin, big hands, big feet and a face that has seen a lot of life... 
The intimacy of it all was quite special. Most of the time we were awake we were kissing. Yoshi has a big tongue that he could push a long way into my mouth. Gripping it with my teeth and holding it there while I pulled his nipples or squeezed his balls was a buzz. He would purr if I licked his face or bit him on the nape of the neck. 
Maybe part of it was just the easy connection between two pain pigs. At one point I worked his nipples quite intensely for a few minutes. He lay there staring into my face, eyes wide open, the whole time. At another point we were talking about experience of being hurt. I showed him where I had the cigarette scar from Berlin, just under my navel. It turned out he had one himself, right on his belly button – a memento from a guy with whom he had spent a few months in a master-slave relationship.  
And I think there is also something about the fact that he was poz. It's not that I'm wanting to get pozzed myself. But for whatever reason I seem to find a rapport with poz guys I hook up with that I don't always enjoy with other guys. Maybe it's just that I feel I can be as slutty as I want with guys who are already poz. Certainly I felt with Yoshi that I could be completely uninhibited, suggest anything, try anything, tell him anything.
I don't know when I'll be back there but I know I will be wanting to spend a weekend with him, naked, before I do anything else. And this time I want his hand all the way up my arse. Just need to get past that last big knuckle ...  

Yoshi

Yoshi's profile said he was poz, bottom, into fisting. I had work stuff until late Monday night so it was midnight before he arrived at the hotel. I liked him immediately. Tall, real skinny, liked kissing. We opened a beer, talked, felt each other all over, kissed. I turned the airconditioning off. We spent about an hour just making out and chatting before we got physical. I pulled his head back over the side of the bed so I could push my dick all the way down his throat. He was a good little pig, let me choke him with my dick before I bent down and licked his face. He wanted my fist so I pulled his briefs off, lubed him up and got in there. He eventually took me almost as far as the elbow. I wanted his fist too. He got most of the way but not the final knuckle - he had big hands. He left me sore but happy. We kissed and cuddled and talked before sleeping. 

I woke up hard a couple of hours later, sweating in the heat. I kept my eyes closed, just nosed down his body to his hole, stuck my tongue in and then my dick. He's a dancer, really flexible body. I folded his legs right back behind his ears and starting fucking him, slow at first then harder and faster as I pumped down into him from above. I blew a load into him five minutes later as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.